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i don't love you
today
didn't love you
much yesterday
either
but maybe
tommorow is the day
it will all come rushing
back in
like the tide
after a
tsunami
i don't know
how many tomorrows
will have to pass
before i can accept
the possibility
that the ocean
i'm eagerly waiting
to see filled
again
was a desert
all along
and maybe
that's the point of
till death do us part
the ocean is always there
no matter how dry it
feels